◘○•ƨʝúκ∂óмʋя•○◘ {CLOSED, REBOOTING}

[Harpy•]

◙Sjúkdómur◙
◙The Disease◙

The planet you find yourself on is not Earth. It is Sayari.
Those who dwell within it have a rather...unusual link to themselves.
A part of their soul is Dragon.

Every human being on Sayari has a part of them that is seperate, and yet one with themselves. It is their Dracio; their Dragon. When a human invites the Dracio of their soul into their heart, their physical body, it is activated; and seperates itself from the human, manifesting its own physical form. Most have up to three, no more; though the first and foremost manifesting form is that of a Dragon.

But it is not easy to accomplish this.

The only way to activate the Draco is through an experience many are hesitant to approach; self-recklessness. Attempted suicide is the most common form of this criteria, though there are others, such as intentionally performing a life-threatening action. Only then will the Draco be embraced...and sometimes, even then, it does not work. One takes a great risk in trying to gain the activation of their Dracio.

And those who were once hesitant are now desperate to activate it.

There is a disease spreading throughout Sayari. It has claimed the lives of hundreds, thousands, and counting. It is uncurable, completely unstoppable. It is called Sjúkdómur.
The only ones who have not died of this sickness are those whose Dracio have been activated. They know not why they are not affected; all they know is that anyone who has not found their Dracio will die if this disease infects them.

It began somewhere in the far north of Sayari, with a very uncertain origin. Reports came in to the lower mainland from the northernmost island of Otok...an unactivated young man was seen sprawled in the snow, vomiting repeatedly and frantically clawing at the air as if some demon was attacking him, tearing at his own shirt. There was no one around him for a couple hundred feet. Only two days before, he had been simply a bit downcast, depressed in a way. An hour after the incident, he was dead.

Not long after this many other reports sprang up, at alarming rates; first Otok, then its sister island Saari, and an island more to the east, Boctpai. Hundreds were declared dead within the first two months of viral exposure. All went quiet after Boctpai's last death, and the world thought the epidemic was over, and had only taken place in the North.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

It took two weeks, but the virus traveled to the mainland. It has been wreaking unavoidable havoc there ever since. The South is growing in panic and fear as Sjúkdómur slaughters its way towards them. The activated Dracios demand answers, and want to end this. Everyone is struggling to find a cure that does not exist. Chaos reigns absolutely on Sayari.

The Dracios know that this is not a nature-borne epidemic...someone, or perhaps something, created it.

Are you an activated Dracio, vengefully searching for answers, clues to the death of so many people? Or are you living in fear, knowing you have not yet found your Dracio, waiting for the day you are infected?

[Kites]

◙The Rules◙
-Tess's rules.
-Please keep posts PG13.
-This is a semi-literate to literate roleplay. That means a minimum of 400 words, although writers block is understandable.
-Try to decorate your posts please :).
-Drama, romance, violence all encouraged.
-No GS/MS.
-No powerplaying.
-Please keep the genders even.
-The humans who have discovered their dragon are no different, they have no special power.
-Dragons and humans very rarely part from one another, only for a very short amount of time, as it is painful for both.
-The Dragon is the human, their personality is no different from the human's.
-Please do not spam.
-No leaving for dead.
-A Dragon always has a capital letter. Just sayin' :)


◙The Form◙

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[b]◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙[/b]
[b]◙Other:◙[/b]

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For Ms Bennington:
-Certain circumstances for 'activation' need to be finalised. How about the circumstance being that it was self induced? Eg: Suicide, recklessness?

[Harpy•]

◙Accepted Characters◙

Username • Character Name • Character Age • Character Gender • Page of Form

Ms. Bennington • Damon Jess Filtiarn • 22 • Male • 1
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Ms. Bennington • Raquel Max James • 19 • Female • 1
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Kites • William J. Charles • 28 • Male • 1
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Kites • Fredericka Harolds • 21 • Female • 1
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Lennie • Dmetri Willow Joyce • 22 • Female • 1
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Lennie • Maxwell Zachary Marcks • 26 • Male • 1
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Holli • Bently Carlson • 25 • Male • 1
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Holli • Ashton Williams • Nineteen • Female • 1
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Emmaishere • Elisio Gustav • 20 • Male • 1
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Zmija • Trish Kay Lanney • 22 • Female • 1
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Zmija • Christopher "Zeke" Neal Somas • 27 • Male • 1
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Ɯιиɢ • Alex Lee Hunter • 18 • Male • 2

[Harpy•]

◙Ms. Bennington's Character{s}◙

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Ms. Bennington
◙Character Name:◙
Damon Jess Filtiarn
◙Age:◙
Twenty-two
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Personality:◙
Damon is a natural born sceptic. He questions everything, and if he doesn't find a logical, credible answer, he will become borderline obsessed with finding the true answer behind the event. Anything less than scientific fact and proven mathematics will not satisfy his need for answers.

And sadly, in the world he lives in, he's been left unsatisfied many, many times. As the disease hasn't hit where he lives yet, he finds the entire thing to be a farce, something the media made up to get more views and to make more money. Granted the images are sickening and so lifelike, but since a scientific explanation isn't available for proof of the disease, he doesn't believe in it. Dracio? Why, that's by far most ridiculous than anything he's ever heard of. Absolutely nonsense, a complete fairytale for people who want to feel special about themselves...most of them desparate and self-harming. He thinks nearly nothing of it, and what he does think of it is negative.

He has no faith whatsoever in Dracio, or the disease, or his world in general. It seems ridiculous under his circumstances, but that's what he believes...or rather, what he thinks to be the solid truth.
{{Apologies for the small personality, but it sums him up fairly well. >.<}}
◙Strengths:◙
• A broad intelligence level
• The ability to think logically in pressured situations
• Physical fitness {always a plus x3}
• A type of wisdom that is far above and beyond his years
◙Weaknesses:◙
• The need to have almost everything clearly proven to him
• Inaccurate answers
• His anger at those who fear the disease and wish for their Dracio
• Chocolate
◙History:◙
I feel like a complete pansy for typing this, but I'd rather his history be revealed through my posts; the same will go for Raquel. >.<
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
His Dragon has not yet been awakened.
◙Other:◙
None
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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Pandora
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
Snow Leapord
Hawk

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Ms. Bennington
◙Character Name:◙
Raquel Max James
◙Age:◙
Nineteen
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Personality:◙
Raquel has one of the most fiery spirits that could be encountered; she has a zeal for life that illustrates itself in absolutely everything she does. Her voice, her actions, her possessions, everything. Even her looks signify something that lovese life in some way. She tries something new nearly every day. It could be a sport, a new food, some kind of activity; anything.

But things have been going downhill in the past few months. Sjukmodur has turned her entire world upside down.
◙Strengths:◙
• A fiery wit
• Determination to overcome whatever obstacle is in her way
• Trustworthiness; she won't let someone down who is trusting her
• A large level of tolerance; it will take a lot to make her angry
◙Weaknesses:◙
• Out-of-control attraction to the opposite sex
• Her ability to become distracted easily
• Her large amount of recklessness when, and if, she does become angry.
• Anything to do with coffee
◙History:◙
See Damon's History
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
You will soon see, because I'm going to have her Dracio awaken on her first post. x3
◙Other:◙
None

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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Sarkan
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
Wolf
Alligator

[Kites]

◙Human◙

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◙Username:◙
LessThanThree
◙Character Name:◙
William J. Charles
◙Age:◙
28
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Personality:◙
Will, although a nice bloke, is a compulsive lier. He can happily tell people that he has everything, saved a family from a tsunami and wrestled a bear all in one afternoon, without a blink of an eye. His lies, like the ones just stated, can be a bit outlandish and far-fetched at times, however he doesn't see it as a problem. He lies easily and frequently, causing the peole he knows to loose their trust in him, and eventually they just dont classify him as a friend anymore.
The reason for the lying is simple. Will wants attention. Not in a bad way, he just wants to be noticed, though he would never admit it to anyone, not even to himself.
Apart from the lies, Will is overly protective of the ones he loves, sometimes making situations far worse than they already were. He is a good listener, and will never spill a secret that a friend has told him, if they would trust him in the first place.
Will is very quick witted, and a generally funny guy until he takes it too far.
◙Strengths:◙
•His quick-whitted nature.
•His intelligence.
•His fitness, he is a trained kickboxer.
•His ability to keep a secret.
◙Weaknesses:◙
•His compulsive lying.
•His over-protectiveness.
•Unable to back down from a fight.
•His tendancy to go over the top in situations.
◙History:◙
Will was born in the northern region of Saari. His parents are both doctors, and have been since before Will was even born. This meant that due to their hectic timetable, Will never got to see much of his parents as he grew up. When he did spend time with them, he would find hiimself wanting to be away from them. This is where the lies began. He would lie to them, telling them that he was busy. They began small, but the lies quickly escalated, becoming a daily occurance until his parents just didn't bother trying to see him anymore. In a new home, living alone, Will went to a top university, but got expelled for skipping lectures. From there, Will worked at many different jobs over the next ten years, but never really settled at something he liked. He was fired many times for not showing up, and for little contribution.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
William came to terms with his personality when he accepted who he was. The process started on a dark night in June. He had just been fired from another job, and he wasn't taking it well. The pressure had got to him, and that night he went out to the town. Drinking through the night, without a care in the world. Waiting outside of another club, he saw his parents. Together. Happy. With a young girl. A wave of sickness and grief overcame Will. He had been replaced.
He drunk himself into a stupor, and then took his car out to the city bridge. With a final swig, he put his foot on the pedal and drove off of the edge. He should have died. He can remember the flying feeling, the feeling of being free. And in that instant, somewhere between the bridge and water, he knew what he wanted and who he was. He lied to be free from responsibility, to be without a care in the world, to be free. The impact of the water threw Will into the steering wheel, and he blacked out instantly. Next thing he remembers is a blinding hospital light.
He spent two weeks in the hospital, but he was happy. He still told them many lies, but he felt content with who he was. After being dispatched, Will went straight to the bridge again and stood by the railings, taking in the cool sea air. Suddenly, there was an excrutiating pain in his chest. Falling to his knees, gasping, Will's memory fades for a number of minutes as his soul split itself. Next thing he remembers is staring at his hands on the grey bridge pavement, shaking, but feeling different. He felt whole.
◙Other:◙
~

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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Ziva
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Shifts◙
Dragon
Red Kite
Cheetah

◙Human◙

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◙Username:◙
LessThanThree
◙Character Name:◙
Fredericka Harolds
◙Age:◙
21
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Personality:◙
Freddie is a loving soul who will become ones best ally in times of need. Once she has given her friendship, she will not let her friends down and will never falter in her allegiance to her companions. To her, a friend is a friend for a lifetime. Incredibly honest, she is known for sincerity and truthfulness. Due to her short temper, she is not the most sensitive friend to those in need of a shoulder to cry on. She also has a surprising amount of nobility and pride, and she carries herself very well. Freddie is very passionate about what she has been set to do, and rarely gives up on a task or mission.
Incredibly smart as she is cunning, Freddie is also very confident for she can look at a situation, and work out whether or not it is possible, and then probably go ahead and do it anyway due to her high levels of recklessness. One may state that she is as uncontrollable as fire, as she makes her own decisions and sticks to them. Her quick temper walks hand in hand with her ignorance. She hates taking orders, much prefering to give them out herself. She also strongly dislikes people who don't give it their all. Freddie is quick to fall in love, but does not surrender her independence easily which means that she has spent a large portion of her life alone. Yet, a smart, witty, and funny companion may intrigue her. However once she becomes committed to someone, she is unlikely to ever leave, even if it is unknowningly. She can be incredibly flirty at times, intrigued by other people, which can often cause people to take a step or two away from her.
◙Strengths:◙
•Her intelligence
•Her hard working attitude
•Her desire to please
•Her faithfullness
•Independant
•Brave
•Beauty
•Flirtacious nature
◙Weaknesses:◙
•Her anger issues
•Reckless attitude
•Impatient
•Ignorant
•Rudeness
•Overly flirty at times
•Boys
◙History:◙
Freddie grew up in a typical environment for where she lived. She was just a normal child until the road of her life became rather bumpy. At times, her intellegence shone through her, teachers praising her and telling her that she 'could go far'. Then, on other occasions, her temper would blaze through, and she would be looked down upon. She spent her teenage years flipping between these people's views of her, and she seemed to be ignorant of it. As she exited her teenage years, her...mood-swings as such, dulled down.
She lives in the north of Saari, on her own. She prefers it that way, as it allows her to think to herself, and also allows her to release her anger without too many stares.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Not awakened yet.
◙Other:◙
~

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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Caderyn
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
Snow Leopard
Otter

[Lennie]

Thank you for the invite. :3
I'll post finish my form later, at the latest, tomorrow.

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Lennie
◙Character Name:◙
dmetri willow joyce
◙Age:◙
twenty two years
◙Gender:◙
female
◙Personality:◙
Simplistically stated, Dmetri is a sweet, conscientious-introvert, and a grand listener. She talks only those to those who she knows well, which is a few number of people as she doesn't speak to strangers often. It doesn't seem fitting for a girl in her position to be such an introvert, yet this is merely her true self. A sweet girl, she doesn't enjoy offending people commonly, and speaks in softer tones to those she cares about as she fears losing them because of a momentary emotion. Sweet though she is, she is conscientious, enjoying being with few people and fearing crowds. Dmetri is cautious in the things she states, trying her hardest to think things through before speaking for as stated before, she doesn't wish to offend the few friends she has in any way. However, being both an introvert and a conscientious person, she doesn't express her emotions, rather, she keeps them to herself and they build up in a horrid and possibly unhealthy manner. Though she doesn't express her own feelings, she listens to others, and she takes great pride in being the person that her friends, and occasionally those who she doesn't know all too well. Yet stress can build up, and with time, Dmetri can have times in which she either bursts into tears, or screams to the world. Maybe vulnerability is truly what she fears.

The funny thing is, only her true friends understand her real personality, and even they may not understand. To the crowds, she's an outgoing, graceful, sarcastic, and humorous. She enjoys this act, yet at times she finds it to be a struggle, as in truth, she is entirely different however the one thing that doesn't change in Dmetri no matter what may happen, is her musical talent. She has a true passion for playing guitar, and has had that passion since she heard her brother playing the guitar one dreary Christmas day when she was merely four. That love has stayed with her all these years, and she has practiced her heart out to get to where she is today.

In the concepts of relationships, Dmetri hasn't had all to much luck, having been so shy that she always fell for the wrong person. The wrong person being her closest friends. So more often than not, her mind keeps her from thinking about it, and she pushes aside the thought getting past the idea. She is quite the romantic though, being poetic and musically gifted, and she enjoys writing poetry, often giving a poem to the one that she loves, being secretive about it. But, she figures that a relationship won't work out anyways. Maybe she just needs to wait for the right guy to prove that concept wrong.
{On a side note; she has a bit of a faint French accent, which some find to be attractive.}
◙Strengths:◙
◦kind hearted
◦deceptive
◦◦manipulative
◦◦witty
◦◦sarcastic
◦caring, at heart.
◦sweet, charming smile
◦a good listener
◦{Physical Strengths}: Rock Climbing, Swimming.
◙Weaknesses:◙
◦Common Lying
◦Childish at Times
◦Emotional at Times
◦Untrusting
◦Boys
◦Sincerity or Generosity, especially from Boys.
◦Over-dramatic at times.
◦Depression, strikes at times.
◦Sharks {look at other}
◙History:◙
Born early in the morning, March 7th, Piper Willow Joyce was born as the second child in the Joyce family. The mother, Jennifer, was a confused woman, who worked minimal time, spending her time at home or shopping for herself. Her father, Bryan, was a hardworking man who payed minimal attention to his children, spending time with them only at dinner, if even then. Her older brother, a young boy name Matthew, who was five at the time of her birth, was her saving grace growing up. The fifth and final member of the Joyce family, was a healthy young boy by the name of Johnathon. Healthy and happy though the children all were, when Piper was merely six, Johnathon, age three, passed away in a car accident.

Jennifer, Piper's mother, blamed herself for the accident, and at around the time of Piper's eighth birthday she found the "reliefs" of drinking alcohol. Mrs. Joyce drank herself to death in a DUI on October 29th, five months before the young girl's twelfth birthday.

By this point, Piper's father was hardly ever home, and Matthew, now seventeen, became Piper's adopted father. Watching out always for his little sister, Matthew was the description of the perfect older brother, one that many envied. It was through him that Piper found her love for the ocean, and for sharks, as well as a love for music.

The year Piper turned eighteen, Matthew was now twenty three, and was preparing to move out, having found a job being just out of college. Saddened though she was, Piper lived with the loss, and moved out of her father's home as well finding a low-rent apartment in which she stayed for the next four years, working as a part time photographer.

◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
At the stroke of midnight on the warm summer evening of July 30th, Dmetri stepped into the waters of the cold sea off of the south shore of a small town. Wearing a simple pair of shorts and a plain shirt, she waded in, a small water-proof camera in her hand.

She knew better then anyone to whom she spoke, the dangers of the sea at night, but she chose not to care, choosing to be ignorant of it all. It was a dark time in Dmetri's life, though she knew not why, and she swam out, smiling as she spotted the few fish below wading along the coral reefs in the reflection of the full moon. As she swam, she took photos from time to time, not caring whether or not they developed clearly, and she went along waiting to spot what she was seeking.

Time passed, and after passing the reefs, finding herself a good half a mile to mile out to sea, she found herself smiling as she often did when spotting a shark, swimming lazily about. Taking a moment to breathe, she came up above water, smiling for a moment before looking down once more, snapping a photo or two before diving down, the camera strap attached to her wrist as she approached the shark. Provoking it somehow, the creature happened to attack, but only slightly, injuring only her leg. Yet, in these few moments, Dmetri found herself thinking through her past, and her current life, and suddenly felt her heart become whole for she realized that she herself, lead a fortunate life.

Taken to the hospital, she never once spoke to anyone, ignoring those who asked questions and responding plainly to those who inquired how she felt. In the whole of it though, a smile never left her lips; because she was whole.
◙Other:◙
Just a Side Note-- Piper has a bizarre love for sharks.

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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Deveraux
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
.|dragon|.
.|white tiger|.
.|red fox|.

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
-same as above-
◙Character Name:◙
maxwell zachary marcks
◙Age:◙
twenty-six
◙Gender:◙
male
◙Personality:◙
Always joyful, always smiling, a comedic and outgoing lad. Maxwell lives to make others laugh often through his ridiculous actions. Even on the days when he can't bring himself to smile in honesty, he tries his hardest to make others smile. It may be for selfish reasons, seeing as when others smile, he can finally allow himself to smile. Through these reasons, he is quite a social butterfly, spending time in crowds as often as he can, knowing that they more or less follow him in his actions when he tries.

However, social though he may be, Maxwell has very few true friends. His attitude at times can seem annoying, and many believe that he can't be serious long enough to actually care about his friends or those in his relationships. What they're missing, the blind fools.

Comedic and a note inattentive though he may be, Maxwell is an extremely caring guy, who knows precisely when it is correct to be serious, and when it is all right to be a joke. He's truly a sweetheart, who may seem to some like a player, but if they state that, then it's merely because they don't know the truth about Max. He's only looking for the girl that's right for him, the one that he could truly love, the one that he could care for and the one that he would know would care about him just as much. Maybe, it's just a dream. But, there's nothing wrong with dreaming, is there?
◙Strengths:◙
◦comedic
◦kind-hearted
◦flirty
◦sarcastic
◦intelligent
◦observant
◦trustworthy
◙Weaknesses:◙
◦childish at times
◦subtle, brash
◦writing
◦music
◦occasional alcohol abuse
◙History:◙
Born on August 19th, Maxwell Zachary Marcks was born to a single mother who led a simple life. Living alone in a run-down apartment, she worked a fair job as a waitress, and spent a great deal of time searching for a second job. Maxwell was taught at a boring school, and enjoyed spending time at the library when he was young, reading books through which he learned more then average school children in his school knew.

He grew up leading an uneventful life, with a simplistic number of friends, and a handful of relationships. He did well in school, and held steady jobs, even if they weren't the ones he cared to do.

But the problems began, when he turned seventeen, when his mother married a cruel man, who was kind to his mother, but horrid to him. Driving him out of his mother's home he lived alone in a well-managed apartment, with a mediocre job.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Hasn't been awakened.
◙Other:◙


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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
sylvia
◙Gender:◙
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
.| dragon |.
.| white owl |.
.| grey wolf |.

||| Finished! |||

[Smamm]

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Holli
◙Character Name:◙
Bently Carlson
◙Age:◙
Twenty Five ;; 21
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Personality:◙
Bently is none other than what you would expect from your everyday, average jock; headstrong, confidant, and rough around the edges. As mentioned before, headstrong is the perfect word to describe him. Bent is totally hot headed and thinks way too highly of himself, but most guys, maybe not as extremely as Bent, are. He has this whole attitude about him that he could so beat you at anything, which can make him a bit of a sore loser whenever he does lose. Confidant? Hella yeah! He's very straight forward and charming, one of those guys that is really smooth with his words and seems to always know the right things to say in multiple situations. He doesn't back down easy, and he has no issue with saying what’s on his mind; no matter how strange or stupid it may seem. This is to his advantage though, finally a guy that isn't afraid to ask for directions! Bently’s for sure a dare devil, and would do anything on the spot for a good thrill. The blonde had been found to be somewhat of a showoff because of this though, which works its own sort of magic in good and bad ways. Many find Bently to have that rugged, almost rough looking demeanor thanks to his dominant stature and attitude. Sarcasm’s is a huge part of Bently's vocabulary, but all teenagers seem to have a wide habit of speaking this way. He has a punk sort of clothing style sometimes when he goes through his stages, but they never really last too long. He can be rather demanding, and expect too much of people sometimes, but he's fairly understanding and doesn’t get too mad over the small things in life. Beside his overly confidant, macho outside appearance, the guy really is a sweetheart. He's very protective over people he's close to, and finds himself insecure over leaving them along without a watchful eye. He can be very flirty and actually romantic, but it takes some time to burrow through his tough walls of sarcasm and uneasy trust. Bent is definitely one of the toughest people you can find out on the streets, not necessarily gangster tough or anything like that, but he can take on emotional and physical pain unbelievably. He just pushed though all his troubles like they're no problem at all, and to him they really aren't.
◙Strengths:◙
Witty
Charming
Good Looking
Lying
Protective
Confidant
Observant
Manipulative
Street Smart
Basically Fearless
Funny
Adventurous
Devoted
Loyal
◙Weaknesses:◙
Untrusting
Too demanding at times
Reckless
Some emotions
Impatient
Hot-headed
Overly Headstrong
Can be childish
Brash (doing things on a whim)
◙History:◙
Bently was born into a rough part of town on a late July night; July 2 to be exact. Bently's mother, Kaitlin, was now a single, teenage mother at the age of seventeen; but it was the start of something beautiful. Kaitlin had had the courage to keep her baby, and not discard his life with abortion or refuse to know him by adopting him out. No, Kaitlin was going through the struggle, and so Bently was given a chance at a hard, but altogether good life. Kaitlin taught Bently right from wrong, taught him how to think, and more importantly how to treat other people. She always had this profound belief that no matter how much you may dislike a person, you always treat them like a friend. Bently shares her beliefs, like to be hospitable and always friendly, and keep family close. Bently always looked up to his mother, and saw her for her, the amazing person she really was. She was beautiful, gorgeous inside and out. Sure she was young, very young, but yet mature. They didn't have much, living in a tight two bedroom apartment with sometimes more food than less day by day, but they survived. They had each other, and that was good enough, although at the time Bently may have disagreed being only seven years of age.
Bently was soon to find out that even the most innocent people can have enemies. One late night when Kaitlin had gotten home late from work, the two retreated to Bently's room for a story and then soon after bed. Bently crawled under his covers, and slowly started to drift off to the sound of his mother’s safe, soft voice. Then there was the sound of their front apartment door creaking open, and his mother’s voice suddenly halted to an eerie silence. Then there were footsteps, and Kaitlin shoved her child under the bed, whispering for him to be silent, and not to come out until she said. He watched in bewilderment as his mother retreated from the room, and started down the hall out of his eyesight. Bently waited with anticipation. There was a loud boom, and Bently swore the floor shook while the sounds of his mother’s screams filled his ears. Tears filled his eyes as his vision blurred, and the small blonde boy covered his ears with such a force that he began to see stars and soon the world went black.
Bently awoke the next day in a hospital bed, bandages around his head. The boy had pushed so hard on his head that he had pinched off a nerve and blocked blood flow to his brain, but there was no serious damage. The first question he asked was where his mom was, but the nurse just gave him a look of pity and kept on writing down notes before bustling out of the room. Only a day later did Bently find out he was an orphan, and he was sent to a group home that wasn't the best place, but it wasn't the worst. It wasn't like the home he used to have, safe and warm; instead this was a place to dread and fear. Bently was constantly picked on, called names and occasionally beaten up by a group of boys a few years older than him. He was defenseless, alone in the world and only seven, but the tides soon turned as his attitude changed completely.
In order to survive this hell house, Bently had to toughen up; there was simply no other option. No one wanted him, he was a troubled chilled scarred with a traumatic past; no one wanted one of those. By the time he was fourteen, Bently was quite the handful. He was always starting fights, winning for once against those boys that thought they had been so cool. He was starting to get into drugs and other awful things; but the caretakers just turned a blind eye, no one cared.
When he turned 16 Bently ran off, as far away from his orphanage as he could get. He was on his own now, but really he had been for 9 years now. He was able to stop his drug addiction after somehow making some sensible friends, but when one addiction starts another follows. His past was too unbearable, and with no more than a handful of food a day, Bently felt his life was spinning out of control. He started to cut his wrists, feeling as if there was no one to turn to now, nowhere to go, and death would be so much easier for everyone else. This is when his dragon was awakened, when Bently took a lethal cut to an artery in his wrist and nearly bled out completely. He survived though, thanks to his dragon, and now has turned his life around.
Bently is now somewhat back to his old self, though not completely. Once someone really gets to know him, they find his true values that are much like his mother’s; but his appearance is much more rugged and dangerous.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
He started to cut his wrists, feeling as if there was no one to turn to now, nowhere to go, and death would be so much easier for everyone else. This is when his dragon was awakened, when Bently took a lethal cut to an artery in his wrist and nearly bled out completely. He survived though, thanks to his dragon, and now has turned his life around.
◙Other:◙
Likes-
Girls
Warm Weather
Thunder
Music
Leading
Snow
The Sea
Beaches
Food
Talking/Socializing
Space/The Stars
ALCOHOL
Pushing people's buttons
Etc.
Dislikes-
Being Alone
Disobedience
Having to show "tough love"
Protesting
Dishonesty
Being annoyed
Etc.

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◙Dragon◙
Shadow Dragon
◙Name:◙
Shayde
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Shayde
Huge Demon-like Wolf


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◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Holli
◙Character Name:◙
Ashton Williams
◙Age:◙
Nineteen ;; 19
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Personality:◙
Ashton is your average party girl that loves nothing more than to get into trouble. When it comes to boys, she never stays with one very long; giving her a swinger reputation. She just can't resist the next best guy that walks buy her, and can't help but wanting more. She can't really make up her mind on anything; being boys, clothes, or anything in between. Ash is quite the little dare devil, and there's pretty much nothing she wouldn't do. Although there is this whole display of a cute little girl that just wants to party on the surface, as people peel back her layers they find her true colors are not ones they had been expecting. She is fairly dark and devious, going to any extent to get what she wants. She has a view of rationality, which honestly she has to use to cover up her insane, crazy, almost delusional side; but she does a fairly good job keeping this side under control and hidden from the eyes of others. Ash can be very intimidating and assertive which can be a major road block in her way when it comes to not pissing people off. Due to her past she can deal with being alone, but not for long. It drives her crazy not to be around someone, and it's almost as though she craves for human attention. She can be sweet and caring despite this whole devious side to her, but it's only shown to those she really cares about.
◙Strengths:◙
Deceptive
Flirty
Lying (goes along with deceptive I suppose...)
Observant
Outgoing
Manipulative
Funny
Fearless
Good Looking
Witty
Reckless
"Street Smart"
Talented
◙Weaknesses:◙
Reckless
Mouthy
Snappy
Partier
Judgmental
Good Looking
Untrustworthy
Gossiper (Doesn't have the ability to keep a secret)
Boys
Addictive Personality
◙History:◙
Ashton was on her own from the start, her parents both abandoning her in a time of need for their presence. They didn't care though, and their beautiful daughter paid the price for their careless actions. Ashton was dumped in an orphanage known by the name of Little Children from her first day out of the hospital, a warm day in mid-July. Nuns ran the adoption center, and they really weren't the nicest of people, or at least behind the scenes. Sure, they called children god's blessings, but Ashton grew skeptical as she aged slowly, finding they really didn't give a d**n. Ash doesn’t remember much from her youngest years, the ones spent day after day, hour after hour locked up in the nursery behind the protective wooden bars of her crib. The memory starts when she was five, moved out of the deadly silent nursery years back. As a toddler, she was placed in a daycare looking center all day. As seemingly boring and tedious other children fortunate enough to have loving parents may find playing in a daycare all day, this was Ashton's only time of feeling safe; protected by the watchful eyes of looking-to-be-foster-parents. As her days came to their end, the fear and sudden anticipation would set in. As mentioned before, the nuns were not as gracious as they appeared; in more ways than one. The first was that they saved most of the money fundraised and donated for their own personal use, only spending money for the bare minimum needed for the kids. The sleeping areas were horrid, a lot like what you would see in a horror movie. The walls paint had turned a dull, eerie green and was peeling in corners and other areas revealing the brown wood and in some cases holes that were hidden once before. The floors were scratched and worn, even splintery so you needed to watch your step in some places. Just sleeping in those rooms along with the rust bedframes with old, hard mattresses covering them made her quiver, but the sleeping conditions were the worst of her problems. Every night the nuns would get their revenge, beat kids for scenes earlier that day, or even just random children to get their stress out. Ash was a regular victim. Her smart tongue and fearless outlook never got her anything but large bruises and bloody lips, and still she never learned. She was always causing trouble, running her mouth or teasing the other children, doing anything just to push her “care takers” buttons. She was pretty good at it to say the least, and her punishments were no less if not more brutal as time passed.
Ashton ran away when she finally turned 14, no longer having the strength to endure her orphanage. She didn't have much trouble making money or living on her own; there were plenty of eager to pay boys at parties she often attended. It was wrong, completely wrong, but Ashton had no other way to feed herself. However, she survived because of this, and eventually found a job with a fashion/clothing line and had become fairly prosperous being higher up in the rankings. She regrets what she did in the past, but what’s in the past is in the past with Ash; she has no time to dwell on things.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Hasn't been awakened yet
◙Other:◙
Likes-
Boys
Sex (Don't freak... some people are ACTUALLY LIKE THAT)
Alcohol
The Sea
Money
Boats
Materialistic Items
Drama
Freedom
Travelling
Rain
Thunder
Boys
Boys
Oh wait, boys
Etc.
Dislikes-
Being told what to do
Her family
Being alone
Stress
Etc.

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◙Dragon◙
Ice Dragon
◙Name:◙
Terra
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Terra

[cazio]

◙Human◙
HERE. (its big)

◙Username:◙ Emmaishere
◙Character Name:◙ Elisio Gustav
◙Age:◙ 20
◙Gender:◙ Male
◙Personality:◙ Elisio is shy, but he has a heart of gold. He gets very uncomfortable around disruptive people/situations and you can usually tell when he is nervous or uncomfortable because he laughs nervously when he's talking. If put in a leadership position, Elisio mans up and takes charge, but his nervous laugh still plagues him. He means well, but isn't very good at explaining things, he's more of a show-instead-of-tell kind of guy. With friends or when he's feeling comfortable Elisio is a warm sunny energy with a very intelligent head upon his shoulders, he's an all around great person to hang around with. He jokes around about all of his problems and keeps any bad things in his life shoved under the bed for when he's alone. When it comes to girls, he's a mess. Having friends that are girls are okay with him but he's never actually had a relationship before. He certainly has a pretty face, but in all truth, girls kind of scare him. Well, girlfriends anyway. Its sort of complicated, Elisio is a tough guy to figure out.

As for being out on his own in a plague ridden society, Elisio is actually a master at getting around trouble, thanks to his parkour skills. He doesn't do fancy flips or things for show, he does parkour for what it was originally intended. Make your way across a route as fast and as efficiently as possible. It's become a valuable asset to his skill toolkit since the plague, even more so because parkour probably saved his life. That said, he's watched his closest friends Brad, Chris, Joe, Dorian, Jenny and Josh die a painful death. Its taken a terrible toll on him and because he never has to put on a happy face for people (because everyone is dead) he's been rotting away in his brain. He secretly hates that he's a Dracio.
◙Strengths:◙
parkour
good looks
strong
fast
sunny personality
smart
◙Weaknesses:◙
terrible with women
not a great leader
friends' deaths
difficulty trusting new people
often overlooks tiny details

◙History:◙ Elisio doesn't have a tale of woe or any death defying childhood or crazy teenage years. He grew up in a big city, well to him it was a big city. It had about 700,000 people so it was pretty big, but no million person town. He did track in middle school and high school and attempted basketball but found he wasn't too good at that. He found parkour when was a junior in high school and got hooked. It changed his uncertain future into a well woven life where he cared about himself and doing well in all things, not just school or sports. He was addicted and became a coach just before the disease hit. After the plague wiped out the surrounding islands Elisio and his friends were on edge, and started using parkour to escape from walking the streets, where disease spawned and thrived. Elisio became a Dracio then. When the sickness finally hit the mainland Elisio's world was flipped upside-down. People began going mad and the city was a rioting ocean. Elisio and his friends camped out on a tall building for weeks, until Jenny got sick. Then it spread to the rest of Elisio's friends and Elisio could only try and give them an easier passing as they clawed ferociously at nothing and screamed nightmarish cries into the night. Elisio decided to leave the city and try to find the cure so others wouldn't have to lose their friends. He has no idea about his family, but for some reason they really he really isn't worried about them.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Elisio was at a coaches parkour practice, it was nighttime, but they all got cocky and decided they'd try some pretty dangerous moves. Elisio decided to try jumping from one rooftop and jumping towards another, then landing and doing a roll. He looked across the chasm in front of him, knowing it was really stretching his abilities and jump length. The other coaches, being smart, refused to try it. Elisio jumped, but quickly realized that he'd misjudged the length of his jump and began falling to his death. Suddenly the feeling of an earthquake in his chest exploded from inside him and he landed roughly on the roof of the building he'd been trying to reach.
◙Other:◙

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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙ Samek (saw-mehk)
◙Gender:◙ Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
White Stag
Unknown

[wolverine♥]

[Sorry guys, I don't have time to do this RP. My form isn't finished yet, and I don't think I will. 3: Sorry again.]

[ossa di cervo]

◙Human◙

◙Username:◙
Zmija
◙Character Name:◙
Trish Kay Lanney
◙Age:◙
22
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Personality:◙
Trish is one of those girls that doesn't like to be messed with. She goes out of her way to get attention, yet she snaps out at the people that give said attention. More often then not, she's known to purposely push some people, just to get a fight started. The girl has amazing reflexes and loves to show off in public, throwing a few crude words at the person throwing a punch. Trish's favorite move is to dodge at the last moment of a punch, grab the wrist and giggle a few times, then hop away. One of the only ways to offend Trish is by insulting her fighting. She's been known to take a few hits, but not many and she prides herself on that, being one of the shorter girls in town. Even when she is offended though, Trish usually laughs it off, asking what the other person thinks they can throw back. All in all, taunting the person more, so she can get her stress out with a few more punches.
◙Strengths:◙
-"Smack-talk"
-"Street Fighting"
-Looks
-Body size
-Reflexes
-Not easily offended
◙Weaknesses:◙
-Guys
-Aggression
-Short attention span
-Doesn't know the meaning of "No."
-Pushy
◙History:◙
Trish grew up on the rough side of town. The part of town where being a small, lanky, red-head meant getting picked on like no one's seen. But Trish was a quick learner and she soon picked up on the technique of "smack-talk", and "street fighting". As well as technique, Trish learned style. Curly red hair, thick sunglasses, something always in her mouth to chew on, a torn up shirt covered by a leather jacket and some jeans. She prided herself on being the one feared. The one that everyone else ran from. She was the small one, yet all the older, bigger boys seemed to cower in front of her, especially when she popped her neck with a quick jerk to the side. It was all something Trish strived for, but her parents tried to harness and pull back. They never approved of this "bad girl" look, and so she often grounded, and yelled at. This, of course, made Trish an angry little teen, so she ran away. If she couldn't live her life the way she could, then why live at all? So Trish began her suicidal, punk life, stealing from little kids and beating up the kids her age. She grew up like that and she loved it. Up to this day, she loves it still.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Trish always had a thing for cliffs. She would sit on top of them and just stare out at the world when it seemed like her life was falling apart at the seams. She'd stand up there, with her arms spread, her toes gripping the edge of the slippery cliff through her torn up shoes and just let the wind hold her up. But when her life started to go downhill and this new disease started to take lives, Trish knew she had to do something about it. She wasn't about to let herself die. How would the world go on without her? So, on one of those cold, damp, starry nights, Trish visited her cliff-top. She went through the process of letting the wind hold her but when she got the courage, her eyes shot open and she leapt from the top, doing an almost perfect swan dive toward the rocks below. The pointed, fingers that reached up from the water, toward Trish's face. Just before the girl hit the surface, a pain like she'd never felt before overcame her, blinding her for several long seconds, before she could see again. She wasn't anywhere near the rocks, let alone injured. And so, Trish continued to live her life as the cocky, arrogant girl she always had been. How could anyone question her now that she had her dragon?
◙Other:◙
Tuli likes to prance at Trish's feet as a Tasmanian Devil, rather then show his true self. He lives for the fear on peoples faces as they see his dragon form.
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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Tuli
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
Tasmanian Devil
Great Horned Owl

◙Human◙


◙Username:◙
Zmija
◙Character Name:◙
Christopher "Zeke" Neal Somas
◙Age:◙
27
◙Gender:◙
Male
◙Personality:◙
Zeke is known for his calm, passive behavior. He loves conversing, but sometimes it's just hard for him. He can be shy at times, and he has an everydying fear of death (which is the main reason his Dragon hasn't awakened). Zeke lives to, well, give life to others or make them smile. He hates when people are down and doesn't believe that violence solves anything. While he has a nice temperment, Zeke gets violent went pushed far enough. His violence though is blind, and he doesn't throw a punch very well and he's clumsy when fighting others.
◙Strengths:◙
-Listens well
-Protective
-Charm
-Way with words
◙Weaknesses:◙
-Clumsy
-No fighting expirence
-Quickly attatched
-Girls
-Pushover
◙History:◙
Christopher grew up in one of the well known familys, always getting his way and living the life of a pampered child. A child that spent his days alone with a maid or nanny. Christopher's parents never were really around and it angered him a bit. So, to try and test them, Christopher starting going by the name 'Zeke' at school. He was a young teen when it caught on, and it somehow never got lost. So Zeke was known as the jock that was a little timid and more or less, nice to every living creature that past before him. He didn't care for color, shape, texture, anything. If it could breath oxygen, it deserved to live.
◙How the Dragon was awakened:◙
Not yet awake.
◙Other:◙
Zieds likes to lay on Zeke's shoulders as a ferret. (When she awakens that is. ;D)
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◙Dragon◙
◙Name:◙
Zieds
◙Gender:◙
Female
◙Shifts {3 Max, Dragon compulsory shift}◙
Dragon
Black Footed Ferret
Komodo Dragon